Saturday 7 March 2015

It's not nice to be prooved wrong

Many years ago,  we spent  bit of time with someone who worked for Child and Adolescent Mental Health services, someone for whom I have huge respect. Someone who has had more than enough of the lack of service and cleared off to work somewhere else. 

So anyway this chap made a dire prediction about one of our foslings, he prophesied that he was unsaveable and not reachable. There was nothing anyone would be able to do to prevent him going down one life course.

Of course, this was red rag to a particularly opinionated bull  and we have I think given it our very best shot for a whole 13 years.

Sadly though, i think our mate was right and the 13 years was a bit of a waste of effort.

Well no it wasn't, he knows right from wrong and when he chose wrong he really could not imagine anything else.

So, anyway, next week we get to find out what the Police actually have on him.

If the first interview is anything to go by, I think it might be showtime.

Leaving Care (and was a team ever more aptly named) have been looking for an excuse to dump him, i think he's just handed them one on a plate.

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